Something Different, 95: Stay.
“Finn?!” I gasped. “OMIGOD. OMIGOD!” I jumped and gave him a big hug. It took some time for him to pull away from the hug. I felt a rush of disappointment.
He gave me his cocky smile and looked into my eyes, I managed to smile… and slapped his arm.
“Ow!” He rubbed his arm. “Oh, so that’s what I get for coming all the way from New York to New Jersey and surprise you?”
I smiled and hit his arm again. “Really, Ivy? Really? Okay, fine.” He turned back and walked away.
“Hey!” I shouted.
Finn turned around, a smile played on his face. ”Yes?”
“Get your ass back here.” I said as I crossed my arms over my chest.
“No freaking way.” He giggled, “I’m not going back there. My arm might fall off.”
“Freak.” I laughed, “I won’t hit you again.”
“Promise?”
“Uhuh.” I nodded. “I bet you your arms already red.”
He laughed and walked back to my front door. “I bet you it ain’t.”
“What’re you doing here?” I quickly changed the subject, I still couldn’t believe Finn was standing in front of me. “I’m not dreaming right? Can someone pinch me.”
“Oh okay, sure.” Finn said and he gave me a pinch on the arm.
“Ow!” I jumped. “I didn’t mean it, you freak.”
“You asked for it!”
I pouted in defeat.
“Ivy! Who’s outside?” I heard my mom ask.
I grinned and so did Finn. “Come outside and see for yourself, mom. Bring dad and Megs as well.”
“Okay but I need you in the kitch— FINN?!”
Finn and I laughed, “Hey there, Mrs. Egan.”
“C’mon in, Finn. Where are your parents?” Mom asked as she closed the door. We headed inside the living room.
“Ah. Um. I think they’re still at New York.”
“You didn’t come here with them?” I asked.
“Nah. I asked mom if I can come here earlier, and she said yes so yeah. Plus her and dad had to manage a few stuff before coming here.”
“I heard someone say, Finn.” I heard Megan’s voice as she entered the room, “HEY, IT’S FINN!”
“Finn?” it was dad speaking, “Finn? Oh! Finn my boy!”
“Hey everyone! Megan, Mr. Egan. It’s nice to finally see you guys again. It’s been years.”
“You have a British accent!” Megan pointed out.
“Megan! You can’t just point out to people they have British accents!” I told her.
“You’ve been watching Mean Girls again, haven’t you, Ivs?” Finn smiled.
I looked away, a blush creeping on my cheeks. “No.”
I heard my dad laugh, “What are you doing here, son? How are your parents?”
“They’re doing fine Mr. Egan, sir. Dad has some business thing going on here. Not sure for how long, though.”
“So technically, you’re moving here?” Megan asked.
“I have tea and biscuits!” Mom came in, her hands holding a tray filled with biscuits and a tea pot.
Finn laughed, “Thank you, Mrs. Egan. And Megan, I wouldn’t say I’m ‘moving’ in, but let’s just say I’m gonna be staying here for a little while. But my parents and I will be going back to New York every weekend and such.”
“Ah, I see.” My father nodded indicating that he understood as he took a sip from his tea cup.
“I can’t wait till you meet Nat and the others!” I quickly changed the subject. “You can meet the guys, too!”
The corner of Finn’s mouth turned into a cocky smile, “Relax, Ivs. I just came!”
I blushed scarlet. “Sorry.”
“S’okay, I’d like to meet them, too.”
I grinned, “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay! Tomorrow, yeah?”
Finn nodded in agreement. “Tomorrow.”
